Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 42 9. "Mysterious Girl"

"——Welcome to visit us next time!"

The Filipino clerk that Masumi was familiar with was not on duty today, and the cashier was a new high school girl who worked part-time as a clerk that he had never seen before.

She spent 300 yen to buy a freshly made smoothie of strawberry, blueberry and banana. She didn't use a machine to make the smoothie, as she planned to eat it directly as freeze-dried fruit.

To be honest, the taste of this smoothie is quite strange. The mixture of three fruits not only fails to highlight the advantages of each fruit, but instead exposes the shortcomings of each fruit.

The banana thickens the smoothie, and the sourness of the strawberry makes the taste of the blueberry seem completely insignificant.

So in Masumi's opinion, the best way to eat it is to eat it directly. The price of fruits in the island country is relatively expensive, and this is just right for supplementing vitamins.

Coming out of the convenience store, Masumi walked into the rain holding an umbrella.

Above the transparent umbrella, the neon lights were wet from the rain, as if covered with a layer of soft light - how much rainfall was there?

On the way back, Masumi couldn't help but think, it would be great if the 100% sunny girl in the movie really existed, and of course she hoped there would be no side effects.

In the nearby park, hidden deep in the wet leaves, there is a pavilion that reminds Masumi of another film by the same director on rainy days.

But the time was not right now. It was already completely dark, and the dark shadows of the trees seemed to be alive and undulating in the night, making Masumi hesitant to go in.

Maybe the person in it is not a drinking female teacher, but a ghost girl in urban legend.

As he walked towards the stars with his mind wandering, Masumi found that he had been enjoying daydreaming recently, perhaps because he had too much free time.

Dihuang Hachiman: "A rich imagination is also one of the characteristics of a writer."

Dihuang Hachiman: "Writing is the process of putting imagination into words."

On LINE, Mr. Hojo replied to Masumi like this.

After hearing this, Masumi was actually vaguely moved, but when he really started to think about it, he couldn't come up with a specific plot.

He did have one or two ideas for writing novels, but when it came to actually using tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of words to string together a complete story, he had no idea where to start.

Dihuang Hachiman: "There's nothing we can do about this. All we can do is keep writing. Maybe after writing a few hundred thousand words, I'll finally understand."

That sounds like a lot of trouble.

Masumi finally overcame his short-lived enthusiasm by procrastinating.

And if I want to write a novel, I should at least buy a laptop first. I can't always borrow Seno's computer.

What's more, every time she lent it out, Seno would repeatedly remind her of her private folder, which made Masumi even more curious.

Masumi: "I understand. Thank you, Mr. Hojo."

Dihuang Hachiman: "It's okay."

Dihuang Hachiman: "If Mr. Miyazawa plans to write a novel, please let me read it."

Masumi: "Definitely."

Locking the phone screen, Masumi focused on the road beneath his feet.

Because I was staring at my phone just now, I accidentally stepped into several puddles and my rolled-up trouser legs were soaked.

I really shouldn't be walking while looking at my phone.

Although I was covered in sweat, I finally saw the stars.

Masumi returned to the store and wanted to take a hot bath immediately.

He quickened his pace and stopped just before reaching the store door.

"Welcome to the Starry Sky Coffee Shop." The blackboard billboard in front of the store absorbed moisture, and the chalk writing all blurred.

And in front of the blackboard, there was a red figure squatting with his knees hugged.

Judging from her long flaxen hair, she should be a girl.

He was wearing a red sports suit that was soaked by the rain. Upon closer inspection, it was a bit dirty, with obvious stains, as if he had been wearing the same clothes for several days.

What is this doing?
The area in front of the starry glass window was empty and clean, with no shelter from the rain.

The girl leaned against the glass window, hugged her knees and buried her head in them, looking like a lost child.

"Um...Excuse me, are you okay?"

Masumi hesitated slightly, held the umbrella over her head, and asked softly.

After about two or three seconds, the girl slowly raised her face.

The flaxen hair was soaked with moisture and stuck to her cheeks like the roots of a plant, making it difficult to see her entire face.

All I could tell was that her skin was very pale, her eyelids were slightly droopy, and her eyes were slightly hooded. "...Who are you?"

After a long time, the weak voice of a girl was heard in the air.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?" Masumi asked back.

"This is my shop, what are you doing here?"

Hearing this, the girl turned her head to look at the blackboard beside her, so that Masumi could see her clear and sharp jawline. Then she raised her face slightly, flared her nostrils, and sniffed the air towards Masumi.

"Coffee...red bean paste...metal and wood..."

A few nouns came out intermittently from his lips.

Are you talking about the smell of yourself?
Masumi grabbed his collar and sniffed hard, but he could still only smell the scent of rain and the refreshing smell of new green grass breaking through the ground.

Is this child's nose so sensitive?
After a moment of silence, he spoke again: "You'll catch a cold if you keep getting wet in the rain. I'll lend you my umbrella. Go back quickly."

Do good deeds every day. Next time you come to the store to return the umbrella, maybe you will order a cup of coffee and eventually become a regular customer. Well, it’s a perfect plan.

Masumi handed the umbrella to the girl and was about to go into the store, but the girl still squatted there and didn't take it.

"..."

"Take your umbrella and go home quickly."

He repeated it again.

"..."

The girl did not answer, but just pressed her lips together and remained silent.

She put one hand into her arms, and the snow-white back of her hand exposed from the sleeve was slightly tense, as if she was holding something tightly.

For some reason, Masumi had a bad feeling.

——The sound of wind chimes.

"What have you been doing standing at the door?"

Suddenly, the door was opened, and the person who appeared in front of Masumi was Rinne Kamishiro. Her expression was as cold as ever. She had changed out of her work uniform and put on an apron. But with her face, even the simplest clothes were filtered to look exquisite.

Then she noticed the girl squatting there.

"She is……"

He looked at Masumi, who shook his head slightly.

"is it?"

Rin's eyes fixed on the girl with flaxen hair again.

"Staying here will cause trouble to others, please go home immediately."

She said this in a cold refusal, while handing over a 300 yen transparent umbrella from the umbrella section. "It's okay if you don't need the umbrella. There's also a towel. Dry yourself before you go."

"..."

After a silent silence, the girl stood up with a towel on her head.

She had been curled up just now, making Masumi subconsciously think that the girl was petite. Now that she stood up straight, he found that she was tall and slender, a little taller than Kamiyo, and between Kamiyo and Seno.

The girl approached Rinne like a puppy, causing her to shrink slightly, her delicate nose twitching in the air.

"Coffee...red bean paste...and children..."

This time the noun at the end is different.

Masumi and Rinone stared at the girl in front of them in confusion.

“…the smell of warmth.”

After she finished speaking slowly, reflected in Masumi and Rin's slightly widened eyes, the girl made an unexpected move.

She pulled her hand out of her arms, stepped forward, and suddenly opened her arms in a posture that made it difficult for others to break free, and hugged Kamiyo Rin tightly.

Her voice, as thin as raindrops, came from between her shoulders.

"Mother."

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